Chapter 486: Choice

"Mr. Prime Minister, the coast observation post reported that the Germans have dispatched a large number of bombers again." In the British wartime headquarters, a staff officer put down the phone and reported to Churchill.

A few days ago, the British radar station was bombed by the German army, and now Britain has no extra materials and time to rebuild these radar stations. Air defense can only return to the original means, relying on the naked eye and listening devices during the day, and listening devices at night. Just now, the coast observation post reported that there were many engine sounds in the sky. Although the specific situation cannot be seen clearly, there are at least hundreds of them.

"What do you think?" Churchill, who looked haggard and looked like a human, looked at Dowding beside him and asked in an extremely hoarse voice. He had long lost the high spirits when he just took office a few months ago, and even less the heroic spirit of "talking and laughing, masts and oars were reduced to ashes". His sparse hair, which had not been washed for a long time, was messy and stuck to his greasy scalp. His sagging eye bags looked big and dark under the cold light from the ceiling. He looked twenty years older than when he first took office.

Speaking of haggardness, Dowding was not much better. Because the British royal family was still in London, it was naturally impossible for them, the senior generals, to move. But London was bombed day and night, and they could only hide in the basement. During this period, Dowding had not seen the sun much, his face was sickly pale, and he looked listless and powerless. Of course, the other people in the headquarters were similar, or the people in the whole city of London were similar.

"It may not be a bomber..." From the intelligence received, the number of planes dispatched by the Germans tonight has far exceeded the previous number. This unusual move made Dowding a little uneasy. After all, there were various intelligence reports before that showed that the German army was preparing to launch a landing war in full swing. Could it be today? !

"Could it be a paratrooper?" After thinking for a while, Churchill opened his mouth and ordered in a hoarse voice. "Immediately send a notice to the entire army in my name, 'Wellesley'." As mentioned above, "Wellesley" was a code word that had been set before, and its meaning was "the invasion has begun."

Last time, there was a false alarm, and ammunition supplies were distributed to the front-line soldiers. As a result, when they found that the German army had no intention of landing, most of the food had been eaten by the soldiers, wasting a lot of food in vain.

Praying in his heart that this time was true, Churchill couldn't help but secretly rejoice. If the German army had been besieging without attacking, it would take less than a year for Britain to collapse completely. At this time, the British Empire still had the strength to fight. As long as the German landing operation was thwarted, perhaps the United States would see hope and join in.

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Jonas's team finally approached the church in the center of the town, and saw flashing figures near the church from a distance.

Before they could shout out the password, suddenly a dark shadow shouted at them loudly. "Gao Shan!"

This codeword made Jonas relax and he responded loudly. "Jinsong!"

The battalion command post had been set up in the church, so they had a firm foothold here. Jonas met his superior, and after he briefly reported the battle situation, the battalion commander asked directly. "Can you and your team still fight?"

Jonas nodded without hesitation. "No problem, sir."

The battalion commander nodded with satisfaction and took him to the map on the wall. "This is the enemy's battle map we captured. You can see the artillery positions deployed by the British. Although they are all antiques from the last war, they still pose a threat to the beach. Your task is to remove them. There are a total of eight positions nearby. I have sent out seven teams. Now I can only allocate two squads of troops to you. Can you complete the task?"

Jonas looked at the troops deployed by the British army. Judging from the numbers, they seemed to be second-line troops, and the number of people was not large. "It should be fine, sir. What about after we clear them?"

"You can rest here and wait for new orders."

"Yes!"

When Jonas and his team were ready to set off, five more paratroopers gathered. The battalion commander assigned them to Jonas, barely making up a platoon of troops.

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Just as Jonas led his temporary team to rush towards the church, the London Wartime Headquarters also received the latest intelligence.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, the Germans have dropped a large number of paratroopers!!"

"Tell me! Where is the location?!" The paratroopers are the vanguard. As long as the landing point of the paratroopers is known, the landing point of the Germans can be easily inferred; then the troops can be mobilized in a targeted manner.

The officer swallowed his saliva and said something despairing. "A large number of paratroopers appeared in Plymouth, Dover, and Norwich!!"

"What?!" Germany did not follow common sense and dropped a large number of paratroopers to three different areas. This unexpected situation made the people who were preparing to mobilize the troops stunned on the spot. "Plymouth, Dover, Norwich?!"

It is not difficult to see from the map that Plymouth is located in Devon, southwest England, and Norwich is a city in the east of the United Kingdom. The straight-line distance between the two is nearly 500 kilometers. The port of Dover is closest to the port of Calais in France, and the distance between the two places is only 34 kilometers, which seems to be more conducive to the Germans' beach landing. But the Germans must know that the Dover area is a well-defended "iron barrel fortress". Coupled with the natural barrier of the White Cliffs of Dover, trying to land on the beach in Dover is simply a suicidal act.

But what if the cunning Crown Prince Yannick did the opposite and landed in the Dover area? On the other hand, if he really concentrated his troops in Dover, would he fall into the trap of Crown Prince Yannick?

Churchill's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He knew very well that he could not hesitate at this extremely urgent moment. He felt that Dover's defense was strong enough, and Norwich did not have a large port suitable for the German landing. Even if he made a wrong judgment, there was room for recovery.

"Send troops to Plymouth to block the German landing troops!!" May God bless England! The only port in Norwich originally had three divisions of troops stationed, and another regiment was sent a few days ago. In addition to the existing fortifications, even if the Germans paid a tragic price to successfully land on the beach, they would only get a damaged port and could not use it in a short time.

Dover? The Germans had not yet completely cleared the mines in the English Channel, so their fleet certainly did not dare to rashly enter the channel. In this case, even if the Germans really landed in Dover, they would not receive support from naval guns.

The most dangerous place now was Plymouth.